“The video from the credit union is everywhere,” he says. “You’re a hero. You took two bullets for Peony, and a lot of people thought you were dead.”
“A hero!” Peony’s face is radiant. “He is a hero. He charged in after Andy without thinking twice about it.” She holds my hand under the table, and though I don’t agree, I squeeze her back. “I can’t believe you’re a celebrity, Rupert.”
“So are you, Peony,” Ignacio says. “The press release said it was your ex-boyfriend who kidnapped you. Everyone wants to know your relationship with Rupert.”
Now they’re dragging Peony into this? I sit up straighter in my chair.
“Peony is a victim,” I growl. “She should be allowed some peace and rest after what happened.”
Ignacio and Kellen nod in agreement, and the subject is dropped.
That night, though, I have a very different purpose in mind: showing Peony how much she means to me, how glad I am that she made it home.
We’re watching telly on the new settee in my sitting room, which I used to replace the armchairs, when I settle myself on the floor between Peony’s knees, facing her. She tilts her head curiously as I start kissing down her thigh, over her jeans.
“What have you got on your mind, Rupert?” she asks, but I’m already at the button of her trousers, pulling it free and then drawing down her zipper. I reach for the band without answering and tug them off her, then repeat the motion with her underwear.
“There we are.” I spread her legs apart, and Peony gasps as I lean down between them and inhale. She smells sosweet, so familiar, that my cock immediately emerges. But I remain where I am, wrapping my hands around her ass so I can pull her all the way forward on the cushions.
“Rupert? Oh!” She grips my horns as I extend my long tongue to lick her, tracing from the dip of her lovely cunt to the sensitive bud up above it. She squeaks as I circle her clit, gripping my horns even tighter.
I wind her up that way, sucking and teasing, simply enjoying the sound of her labored breaths and her divine taste. Her head thrashes from side to side as I apply steady pressure, dancing my tongue all over her.
When she’s good and soaked for me, I rise to my feet in front of her and take off my own trousers, finally allowing my cock free. Peony strips off her shirt and bra, and gloriously naked, she moves to get off the couch, likely to suck me dry again.
“Stay put,” I command her, and her brows fly high on her forehead.
“Oh?” Her lids lower. “Do you think you’re healed enough?”
“I don’t bloody care.” I lick my chops, thirsting to see her tits bounce as I make her mine again. “I need you, little flower.”
She shivers all over when I call her this name, spreading her legs even wider for me. She reaches down and spreads the lips of her pussy, and I nearly start to drool at the pulsing of her wet cunt.
“Wait.” This is not where I want to have her. I scoop her up by her butt, lifting her into my arms.
“Rupert!” She giggles as I carry her down the hallway to my bedroom.
“I’m going to make love to you until you can’t walk.” My cock is already rubbing the crease of her ass.
“Makeloveto me?” she asks with surprise as I nearly jog through the door. I still haven’t set her down as I climb onto the bed and lean her back on it.
Maybe now is the time. Maybe I should tell her how I really feel about her, a feeling punctuated by almost losing her.
I keep her in my arms, only her head resting on the pillow, and lean down close. “Peony…” I almost choke on the words. “Peony, I love you. I probably have loved you for a while. And I will keep loving you until you make me stop.”
Her dark eyes get big and round, and then, to my horror, they fill up with tears.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, concerned that I’ve upset her.
She throws her arms around my neck and drags me down to the bed on top of her, which has the delicious effect of pinning my cock between us. She smothers her face in my mane, and her voice comes out raspy.
“You love me? Really?” She sniffles. “Because I loveyou, Rupert!”
I could simply melt right then and there in her arms. My sweet Peony, who cries over things like love, who holds me so sweetly as she rubs her face in my fur.
But I have important things to do now, and ways to show her how I feel about her.
thirty
